Today I went back
to where my home used to be
back in San Jose
Mountainview
I couldnt remember
when was the last time I was there
Its funny
how I knew the place
it seemed familiar
but I couldnt remember
same with people
I knew their faces
but couldnt remember names
I enjoyed the simple joy
that comes from being
unknown
in a familiar place
Its nice
when people dont know you
you can be who you want to be
I think instead of gaining a friend
today
I gained something better
An older sister
or something like that
Im scared of failure
Im scared of failure more
than I am of cats.
Is there a phobia?
for failure?
